Ah, Trane, at least I’ve got you. Bird, Trane, Miles, Dizzy, Monk, Mingus, all the others… They are like good friends. They are always there for me. Their music keeps me from total madness when I have no more tears to cry. Like tonight.
“Whenever I’d go see her, I always asked Billie to sing “I Loves You, Porgy,” because when she sang “don’t let him touch me with his hot hands,” you could almost feel that shit she was feeling. It was beautiful and sad the way she sang that.” (Miles Davis)